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Tractors
In green fields
Should be red


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I wish I was a redshank
if you were a redshank too
We'd peck sand together
at turn of tide


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It pays, I reckon,
to have somewhere to go
though maybe not a deadline


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To sit in your dappled shadows
and forget the evidence of decay
Before sunset, I will have moved on


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If you were me
you'd do the same
I'm not getting at you
I'm getting by



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